Intimacy & Immediacy

A very haunted memory

Intimacy & Immediacy

The touch of a human hand disrupts the quiet sleep of water - Tumbling over in a sea of fury

I tried to trace your hands, but the lines were far from symmetrical, your body placed beneath the ground, a bloodsucker fed

and made a tiny indent

  You toss and turn each night,

  Struggling to know wrong from right

A sphere of disease had infected you, and I spit you out

But the taste still lingers on the tip of my tongue

I try to recycle you again. And again. But you are a landfill,

Of rotting flesh,

A festering wound

Only rock, only stone,

By God no mountains were sent

Forgive me, I’ve forgotten your birth name

What, if anything, remains in this barren plain

I wince, you moan

I scream, you laugh

What an aftermath

And to think your arms wrapped time around us

When did we break the vitality I need to breathe

A bond is broken

Strike a match

There is a ghost here